Running away is a cowards play, but running to win the mark of a hero.
The finish line is but a stance,
beyond it lies the golden cup.
If death stood guard the line,
And sunshine beyond it…
Would you not then face the demon,
And leap above it?
Then why fear each step,
and not simply sprint?
If we ended each chapter fearing it to be the last,
How you tell me, would we enjoy the book?
And then again,
How would we enjoy the entire library?
Advertisements